It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a two-by-four board And'll smash into your Honda Accord With a four door Ford But I'm more towards droppin an accapella Than choppin' a fella Into mozzarella Worse than a hellacopter propeller Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an HIV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement As a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!" Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment